Our second daughter, Evelyn, was sent home sick from school yesterday.
I sat in my husband’s office yesterday listening to him share about a church someone recommended to him. Being the vigilant theologian I am, I immediately knew what was off just by the denomination.
I am not here to put my two cents in on what Cosby may or may not have done. I trust the Lord will sort that out and work in our justice system as necessary. I am, however, glad to hear that there is a retrial on the horizon.
Waiting for us at the end of my husband’s year long deployment was a loving reunion embroidered with hints of tears, fears and relief.
I grew up in an environment where complaining was considered “expression” right along with curse-words.
These patterns of sin have a way of wearing us down. We battle them in our own power for so long, trying to move the mountain of self will run riot, and then give up. We decide to just “live with it”.
I struggled for a long (a very long) time, trying to shape Peter into the man I thought he ought to be if he were going to lead our home. If he were going to lead me. I’m not going to follow just anybody, you know. You had better know where you are going, because I sure do!